A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed, followed or added this story to their favourites! :)
And I'm sorry it took so long to update, but I've been super busy with school and other stuff. Also, I'm sorry if I write too short chapters...

(Brady's POV)

Why does this jungle look so familiar? I feel like I've been here before. Maybe I didn't think that whole getting-a-job-as-a-pilot through. Why did I agree to that when aunt Nancy suggested it to me in the first place? Now look what happened. Our plane crashed somewhere... I don't even know where, with no hope for rescue. Normally I would be freaking out, but that would be the old Brady. I've changed. Really. The new Brady is more responsible, mature and even better looking. Hey, why am I talking about myself in the third person? Oh, well, nevermind.

My thoughts were interupted when I heard someone say my name.

"Huh?" I whirled around, trying to figure out who said that.

"What?" Stella sighed.

"Didn't you just say my name?" I asked, confused.

"Nope, if you haven't noticed there's been a deadly silence going on for the good last minutes," she pointed out, looking at her worried band mates. That's weird. I'm positive I heard someone say my name.

"Maybe I was just hearing things," I finally decided to shrug it off, but then something rustled in the bushes.

"What was that?" Mo asked, snuggling to Scott.

"I think it's coming from the bushes over there," Charlie said, pointing at the bushes behind us. We all glanced at that spot.

"Don't worry, I've got it," I gestured to everyone to stay back before walking slowly towards the bushes. I just hoped there was no wild animal or something like that. As I uncovered the bushes to clear the view, I saw no wild animal, thankfully. The only thing I saw was just a machete lying on the dirty ground.

Wait a minute, I thought as I picked up the machete and looked at it attentively. I've seen this thing before.

It took a few seconds until it hit me.

That machete... it was hers.

(Mikayla's POV)

I just couldn't believe it. Brady was here, he really was. But what is he doing here? And who are those people? Too many questions were running through my head, wanting to know the answers. I was thankful that none of them noticed me saying Brady's name. Well, expect for Brady. But he seemed to shrug it off quickly.

I was still hiding behind the bushes, honestly not knowing what to do. I kept my eyes on Brady. Then, all of sudden, he glanced at the place where I was hiding and I got scared that he would see me, so covered the bush quickly. (A/N: That sentence may sound weird, but I just don't know how to say it) Unfortunately the stupid bush rustled, making noise. Darn! I cursed quietly, hoping that no one noticed anything.

"What was that?" a girl voice said. Too late. I gotta get out of here, I thought quickly. I didn't have any other choices anyway. So without thinking about anything else, I started running.

I ran as fast as my legs let me, but I didn't really know where I was heading to. Still running, I looked round to check if any of them wasn't following me and that caused me to bump into someone. I looked at person just to see my dad with a confused look on his face and some guards behind him.

"Daddy?"

"Baby girl? What are you doing here?" he asked me, raising one of his eyebrows.

"I'm on my guard patrol?" I said in a 'duh' tone. "What are you doing here?"

"Some of the villagers saw a plane falling down from the sky and they're afraid it might have crashed somewhere in the jungle," he said. That must have been the plane I saw with Brady!

My dad then continued talking, "I need you to go back to the castle and make sure the kings don't-"

"Mikayla, Mason!" someone called, cutting off my dad. We turned around and saw Boomer and Boz running towards us.

I sighed, "What are you two doing here?"

"We heard the big news, is it true that a plane crashed somewhere in the jungle?" Boomer asked ardently.

"Yeah, there's finally something interesting going on! There weren't many things happening lately," Boz pointed out and Boomer nodded in agreement.

"My kings, go back to the castle. We need to go find that plane and figure out what made it crash here, it's too dangerous for you two to come," my dad said and the kings groaned.

"Oh, come on! Don't be such a Mason!" Boomer said. My dad rolled his eyes. Yep, that sounded pretty stupid.

"Fine, if you're willing to come then come. Mikayla, take care of them," my dad said and then just turned around, leaving me staring at him. Take care of them? Who does he think I am? Their babysitter? Oh, wait... I actually am.

I turned to Boomer Boz and let out a heavy sigh. "Come on, let's go," I spurred them to go. They just shrugged and started following Mason. I stood there for a while, thinking about a few things. Guess I have to face Brady now, I thought before I caught up with Boomer and Boz again.

(Brady's POV)

I kept staring at weapon in my hands. Mikayla Makoola's machete. How did this thing get there? But if it's here that means... My heart skipped a beat. No. That wasn't possible. It couldn't be. Or could it?

"So?" Stella's voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned around, seeing that everyone was looking at me.

"What you got there?" Scott asked as he pointed at the machete. I looked at it again.

"Well..."

I was about to say something, but some strange noise interrupted me. It sounded like buzzing. I heard everyone gasp. Mo covered her mouth with her hand, Charlie stared with his mouth half open and everyone had their eyes widened. I had no idea what was going on.

"What?" I asked, completely puzzled out. Stella opened her mouth first, but then just raised her hand and pointed at something behind me. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned around. My eyes widened as I saw what everyone was looking at.

A freaking waka waka bug.